I don’t give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am … You are a shit.
Frida Kahlo, from an unsent letter to Diego Rivera (via stoneyxochi)

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i thought LGBT was a sandwich

Lettuce, Glitter, Bacon, Tomato?

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Engulf me…

To hear her name
To say her name
And to repeat it over and over and over
She engulfs me
Erotically takes over
Sending chills up my spine
An instant nirvana
I squeeze my thighs together
To alleviate the throbbing
Only to find
The anticipation intensifies
Waiting impatiently for release
To find a form of escape
But she got me
Sweaty palms and all
She kisses my lips
And I feel the blood rushing down under
My mind begging for a taste of her
Her fresh shaven lips
Picturing them pressed against my face
Seated right above my chin
My hands anchor her posterior
So voluptuously defined
Sex me music playing
Her body grinds to the melodic flow
And her moans to match the movement
Her moisture is my devotion
My devotion is her pleasure
She raises up but begs for more
I willing accept indulgence
Taking her hands into mine
I pin them back
Kissing-sucking her neck
The rain falls in anger
At the exclusion of our love making
I’m focused on the sound of love
She’s focused on curling her toes
She lets go
I arise with her fruit upon my lips
Her love is what I crave
And I…
Will starve for a lifetime
Until she says my name
Over and over and over
And I
Engulf her…


~i am that chick called free~

I am…

What do you see?
Do you see who I am
Or do you see who you want me to be
Does my reflection disgust you
Because it reminds you of who you wish to be
But have no courage to become
Do you become aroused when you ponder the sins practiced in the bedroom
And then run to the safety of your closet and pray to your makeshift God
Asking for forgiveness for having such provocative thoughts
Drenching yourself in holy water
Speaking in tongues
Claiming the Holy Ghost has delivered you from these wicked sinful thoughts
Do you awaken and take your first breath and all you can think about
Is how much my ways need to be condemned
When you look at me
Do you judge me
When I walk by do I turn your stomach
Do I make you want to vomit
Tell the truth
Do you regurgitate and purge
The feelings you suppress
Like a glutton is to food
Are you to sin
Do you bring me down to disguise the truth about you
The truth that you fear will be uncovered
Do you stone me to death
Afraid of a GOD you’ve yet to see
Do you ask to have hands laid upon you
Do you kneel and talk to the image hanging above your headboard
Desiring to be cleansed and freed from your own demise
When you see me do you cover your eyes and sneak a peek
Does your curiosity burn a hole in your soul
Or does it fondle your inner walls
Is this the feeling that makes you cringe
When you see me
Are you reminded of who you really are
Is this the feeling that sends you walking down to the pool-pit
Every other Sunday
Do you wonder why you can’t shake your inner persuasion
Are you afraid to befriend me
To be seen with me
I’m sure that you are
You are afraid of the same persecution
The same condemnation
Afraid of being sentenced to hell
By a GOD that has yet to save you from the very same feelings
That you fear
Feelings that you have left neatly tucked away in the back of the closet
You see
I am truth
Truth that keeps you from sleeping soundly
I am bitter… the
Bitter taste in your mouth
That you can’t rid yourself of
I am a figment…the
Figment of your imagination of all that is beautiful
I am reflection…the
Reflection you wish to be
The shadow you cast
I am you

~free~

Silence can be so therapeutic… Learning how to find that silence from within; when things are so chaotic around you; is the key to preservation of the mind.

Silence can be so therapeutic… Learning how to find that silence from within; when things are so chaotic around you; is the key to preservation of the mind.

angry…

 

 

Mouth wide open

But no screams to come

I’m angry

And

I wanna knock you the fuck out

Fist balled up

Biceps flexed

Chest pumped but aint worked out one bit

All I see all I want all I need

Is to feel

The meetin of my knuckles to your jaw

Upper cut yeah that’ll do

I’m angry

Much more

I’m tired

Tired of feeling beat down

Defeated

Damn near handicapped

Like a bad fix

Or finding out I got that HIV

Your filthy needle

Got me crippled

Crippled from the pain you’ve just injected

And just like a junkie

I’m now addicted

Anger addicted

It’s rushing thru my veins

I know its bad

But I’m stuck

Stuck like I just puffed on Sherm

I’m angry

Help me heal

Won’t you let me reach out to you?

Reach out and fuckin touch you

Just to see

Exactly how I picture you

Flat on your back

Hurt’n from dirt jerkin

And

Hearing Chris saying

“You got knocked the fuck out…”

Smirkin Irkin

No remorse and No sorrow

I’m angry

Like Tyson biting Holyfield

Or

50 losing to Kanye

 Or

 Kanye losing Video of the year

These tears of rage

Won’t let me be

They just keep

Reminding

Me

To look to the haunted moon

And

Sleep with eyes wide open

Still I must stand

And

Pray I don’t crave this anger in my veins

Once again

Please spare my soul

From being raped

Again

And

Again

Cuz

Once you’ve been shot

There’s nothing left

 But to

 Rot

~Free~

House of Blues, San Diego, CA 
the vibe was mos def live… A must see! .

House of Blues, San Diego, CA
the vibe was mos def live… A must see! .

how do i respond…

How would you respond to the everyday nuances of a homophobic community? For the last two years, I elected to have partner benefits through what I believed was a gay friendly workplace. They scream diversity and respect for the individual so what reason would I believe any different? Two weeks ago, I received this email explaining that they have been deducting my benefits at the incorrect amount and they will now not only deduct at the correct rate but they will be deducting the amount ”I owe them” over a course of six months. WTF???

Fast forward to the present… I log onto my bank account and I still don’t know if I should be crying, getting angry or allow myself to be pacified by the mindset “be glad you got a job.” My paycheck is litterally $150.00 dollars less then usual… To some this doesn’t seem like much and perhaps it isn’t but what really makes me feel distraught… I printed my last pay stub and compared it to this pay period… To see the break down on my benefits really struck a chord.

Before it was a simple deduction; Aetna HMO $$$, Healthcare expense $$$, Vision $$$, Life insurance Self/Spouse to the now updated and “correct” deductions.

We are no longer family; we are Domestic partner and Family. Aetna HMO $$$$ Aetna Domestic Partner $$$, Healthcare expense $$$, Domestic Partner expense, Vision $$$, Domestic Partner Vision $$$ and las t but most definately the insult to injury…

Life insurance Self/Family $$$ Domestic Partner (not spouse) term life $$$….

A harsh reminder that we are still second class citizens and that we aren’t regarded as equal no matter how much they scream diversity and respect for the individual.

Looking back on the struggles that the LGBT community faced ten years ago vs. today, I can definately see the doors that have opened up to us, however; it also saddens me to see the long road ahead still ahead.

Tonite there is no fight in me… I lay my head on my pillow and cry myself to sleep. Tomorrow will be another day and the beast will awaken along with the new days light…

Although we get weak… We must keep fighting… Never allow yourself to be pacified.

~free~

iNHerTwined… her very essence sends me into euphoric climaxs of the brain, she keeps me flowing so effortlessly… to the taste; she is decadent, to see her is to peel back the layers of abuse on the eyes, to feel her; is to dip your toes in a surreal silky smoothe chocolate pond, to smell her is to open your soul and welcome the instant nirvana that poetry brings… you are my love, my life, my words. Feel me, hear me… 

iNHerTwined… her very essence sends me into euphoric climaxs of the brain, she keeps me flowing so effortlessly… to the taste; she is decadent, to see her is to peel back the layers of abuse on the eyes, to feel her; is to dip your toes in a surreal silky smoothe chocolate pond, to smell her is to open your soul and welcome the instant nirvana that poetry brings… you are my love, my life, my words. Feel me, hear me…